Oral

I never planned to cheat on Esteban. But Diego had something that undid me with every conversation, and by the time he put his hand on my knee while driving, it was too late.

I was walking alone in the rain, my clothes clinging to my body, when he saw me from the construction site. Neither of us said much. We didn’t have to.

When I offered her a drink that Saturday, I never imagined that by the end of the night we’d both cross a line with no way back.

She whispered in my ear that tonight was only for girls. I should have left. Instead, something in me decided to stay.

Marcos introduced her with a knowing smile. I looked her up and down and knew at once that behind that prim façade was something dying to be set free.

When I saw her cross the terrace with that expression I know by heart, I knew words wouldn’t be enough. Luckily, she had brought her favorite weapon in her bag.

The receptionist went off to lunch and the doctor closed the office door. I had gone in for a simple chafing injury. I came out from something entirely different.

Carlos was looking at me from the other table with that smile of a man who thinks he knows what he wants. He had no idea what he was about to discover.

I had never been with a woman. When I opened the door and saw her standing there, I knew something in me was going to change forever that night.

I locked the door and took off my robe. Marcos looked at me from the bed, eyes wide, with something more than gratitude.

I never thought getting waxed would change anything. But when he ran the wax over my buttocks and told me to get on all fours, something in me lit up.

Daniela chose the shortest skirt she owned and walked into the studio like she owned the place. When I stepped out, they didn’t even wait two minutes to begin.

She reached out to shake my hand and my heart skipped. Months of talking, laughing, pent-up tension. All that was left was to see what we'd do with it.

She showed up in red heels, leather leggings, and no underwear. From the moment she arrived, I knew that morning with my mother-in-law would be different.

His fingers moved slowly up my thighs. Then I knew that massage was going to be something completely different from what I’d asked for.

For weeks I had been secretly masturbating to videos of well-endowed men. Then I saw him come out of the water and knew it: that boy was what I needed.

That afternoon Lorena told me, with a calm that left me speechless, that her sister needed company and that she wouldn’t mind if it were me.

Twenty years old, a virgin, and frozen in the hallway when I saw him through the crack in the door. What happened that night wasn’t what I expected—but it was exactly what I needed.

We had been walking for minutes when I began recognizing the streets. When he opened that door, I knew I’d been there before—though never imagined under what circumstances.

When the stranger in the seat beside her started staring at her legs, she didn't close them. Neither did I do anything to stop him.